A Place

Namaste' all ; though I dont seem to have many readers, the ones I have wow, amazing people and that is such an honor to have you share peeks into your world, and actually be interested in the one I trek. So THANK YOU THANK YOU most ever humbly. I told myself if I made just one new friend on here, and there was a sharing and communication of sorts, it would make me ecstatic :0) I truly love to walk in another's shoes, and go on a journey with them. Other's journeys lead to inspiration for me as a student, and what we are inspired by, (be it another being, situation, experience etc) we then take and create a fantastic reality. We also can in turn become a teacher. I know my teachers have come in all shapes, sizes, and colors! I can honestly say there are a few though I have not met, I would welcome into my home graciously with open arms.

Sky and Legend share a moment

It can be hard to look at our weaknesses, but depending on the circumstances such things can also be a strength, so we must tred carefully so as to not cut out what may at first glance, appear to be weeds from our garden. For the very next day that weed may become the rose we need, thorns and all. ;0)

I have written poetry, music, and have been singing since... oh gee, I remember running around shirtless in just underwear riding my bike up and down our street singing songs from grease hahahaha. So a while, and living out where I live, I can still run out in my underwear and sing shirtless if I want, okay I admit I do hahaha, but the planes have been getting lower every year I notice ;0) but hey old habits die really painfully. ha ha.

I thought before I upload and post on my blog my snow storm of the century video I took at just after 6 in the morning april 26th of this year, (just a few days ago) I would post a couple of my songs I wrote, and add a couple pics of the snow storm we got hit with in such a way, as it looked like the middle of winter all over again. The videos are a bit too long for you tube so I have to shorten them through a program which I hope to get to tonight, and post them this week-end sometime. It's just me hiking through my land taking footage of mother natures snowy siren song.

This first song has a folksy feel to it, with high and deeper notes... wrote it approx 10 years ago now, one thing about me is I never write a story I am not personally connected to, that means I have experienced what I write about , or know someone who has, or been inspired to write about it, due to someone elses story. But every thing I have ever written in my life has a story. The second song is about a little girl that was murdered Carlie Brewster. I saw this video on t.v of this beautiful little girl being led away by a stranger, and later found dishonored.

Songs hit me mostly when I am in the shower, or in bed late at night this one hit me right before I was to take a shower, and I wrote the entire song in that one shower, it just all came to me and went together. I wrote it all out the moment I jumped out. I do wish to say I wrote Carlie's lullabye in honor of Carlie, I did not know her, I FELT her energy and soul right through the video I saw of her, it HIT me HARD like a gust of strong wind, and I feel she helped me to write that song just like that. I do not have any children, and I pray the song is not taken out of context, maybe some day I'll adopt so many out there need a home, I work with youth though and they are a HUGE passion in my life. Maybe I will post my song "when the last leaf falls" at some point as well, as that is about a child I knew when I was a child myself, and she was killed. A place is very much a part of me, things I have seen, stuff I have experienced, other people close to me and watching their stories. As I said we all are students and teachers, that never stops, unless you choose it to.

A Place

I once saw a bird flying high in the sky;

And I knew the secrets it held;

It led me to a land, a far away place;

And there I was forced to stand;

Well I've seen many wonders to make me believe;

I've seen a miracle or two;

I now understand, as that bird flies away;

What I believe about myself will all come true;

A place, a place, a far away place

From the moment we're born till we die;

A place, a place , a far away place;

One you can run to and hide;

I once met a man, he was travelling afar;

And he spoke, deep from his heart;

He said "if you look, you will surely find;"

Oh I wonder where this man had gone;

A place, a place, a far away place;

I wonder just how he knew;

A place, a place, a far away place;

Oh I hope that I find it too.

I once knew a child, and he grew to be;

A man so big and strong;

When asked he replied, "I would never be, if my mother hadn't been there all along;"

A place, a place, a far away place;

I wonder is it only what we say;

A place, a place, a faraway place;

I want to believe there's a way;

So many dreams, a long time ago;

He wonders what happened to them all;

He lived his life, asleep in the light;

Blinded by the darkness in his soul;

A place, a place, a far away place;

It's true, you become how you live;

A place, a place, a far away place;

And it's only as good as you give;

All the things never said, and in the blink of an eye;

It becomes too little, too late;

And as death takes hold, of a father so old;

"I'm proud of you my child," he doesn't say;

A place, a place, a far away place;

Be sure to tell those, that you love;

A place, a place, a far away place;

For when it's time, it just might not be enough;

In a room sits a girl, waiting to die;

Yet clings to the hope that life brings;

Down on her knees, she prays there'll come a day;

When the chains within, set her free;

A place, a place, a far away place;

Caught between the real and fantasy;

A place, a place, a far away place;

To rise up from the ashes, to see;

Driving home from a place, he never should have been;

To a wife he's told too many lies;

A tear stained letter awaits in her place;

He knows, it's a final good-bye;

A place, a place, a far away place;

Where the stakes seem to outweight the cost;

A place, a place, a far away place;

In a game he was sure to have lost;

Is it right, is it wrong, which road to choose;

Conflicted inside and confused;

To compromise, all she is in this life;

And in the morning left lonely and feeling used;

A place, a place, a far away place;

Don't give in, don't make that mistake;

A place, a place, a far away place;

For all you'll be missing is heart ache;

In a bed lies a woman, so old and grey;

It is hard to see the beauty within;

She said "don't you judge, what you see my friend;

For the stories I can tell you never end;"

A place , a place, a far away place;

I found it such a long time ago;

A place, a place, a far away place;

For I was once young too you know;

And as I walk, I look around, and I hear the sounds;

Oh it's been such a very long time;

To feel as a child, what I once used to feel;

As I turn my face to the sky;

A place, a place, a far away place;

From the moment we're born till we die;

A place, a place, my far away place;

One I can run to and hide, for that place I know resides ...inside.

Copyright©Skyla

Tibet Night Song Has a Wild Message

Carlie's Lullabye

It starts with a seed of love;

And it grows, just like a flower does;

The first time I saw you, the first time I held you, the first time I saw you smile;

The first time you laughed;

The first time you cried;

The very first time, I'm forced to say good-bye;

I need more time;

Carlie, Carlie,

I'm singing to you a lullabye tonight;

Carlie, Carlie,

I'm telling you mama, that everythings alright;

I'm in the light;

Well god works in mysterious ways;

Just when it feels like he's left, the very next day he saves;

Well maybe in time , I'll learn to see, and learn to understand;

But as the tears fall down, it's not what I had planned;

I wasn't there to hold her hand;

Carlie, Carlie;

I'm singing to you a lullabye tonight;

Carlie, Carlie;

I'm telling you mama, that everythings alright;

I'm in the light;

So many times, I hold near;

And when I close my eyes I can still see her here;

But then I wake from a dream, and she's gone;

I want to go right back to sleep;

And the pain hits hard, I pray the lord my soul to take;

Do I even want to wake;

Carlie, Carlie;

I'm singing to you a lullabye tonight;

Carlie, Carlie;

I'm telling you mama, that eveythings alright;

I'm in the light;

Dear mama, I'll say a prayer for you;

And you know when it's time, I'll be back home for you;

But till we meet again, I'll be the blowing wind, and the stars shining up in the sky;

I'll be the rainbow you see, at the end of the rain;

Don't think of it as good-bye, I did not die"

Carlie, Carlie;

I'm singing to you a lullabye tonight;

Mama, dear mama,

I'm telling you that everythings alright, I'm watching over you tonight;

So mama please keep a candle burning bright."

Please be sure to always tell those you care about , just how much they mean. We are given this moment to do so. We attach a lot to the physical, a lot of emphasis in life is based on what we can physically see, touch, taste, hear. But we are all energy, you and I, through that we FEEL and connect, it is something that does not die, ever. When I was a child I used to pretend to literally be in others shoes, so when I would see or meet a blind person for but one example hahaha, I would rush home and, I swear my parents thought I was always losing it, but I would blind fold myself and for over a week, *huge for a little kid* time wise, be blind so I could somehow see, feel maybe a LITTLE of someone else's world and life.

I think my parents sometimes were ready to take me to a doctor, and would get mad at me for such sensitivity. In fact they tell me they did in fact take me to a doctor once because I was so quiet and shy, and did not speak till I was 3 they said.

I was so sensitive to the energy around me, that it became more important, growing *that spiritual* side than anything else I could physically experience even. The physical just went along with the spiritual to me. To KNOW myself intimately, perhaps I could see more of others, in the light they should be seen and respected as well.

I tell people, they don't lose themselves when unaware, they simply misplace themselves piece by piece. Do you walk aware, and greet the divine with humility and humbleness?

Songs of the captive /(wild)

(Photo above of Tibet Night Song at A Wolf Adventure; A Wild Insight)

The other morning was beyond words, I even hesitated writing about this experience cause it was well beyond words, but since that is how we ***typically*** communicate to the world for the most part, ***through words*** I'll do my best.

Early morning setting I step outside and hear only my darling tibet howling everyone else is silent, the sun is shining brilliantly sooo bright I glance to the side and see a flash of dark in front of my eyes for a second, I know I need glasses today! The snow is literally on fire with dazzling breath taking diamonds and sky so blue I wish I could swim in it. The trees all look like they have tinsel like at x-mas wrapped around them they are sparkling so bright.

I then hear tibet suddenly stop singing and in the distance but still on my land, by one of the private lakes I back out here , I hear a familiar sound, a haunting echo. This is no coyote shriek!! My mouth opens as the call stops and Tibet starts up to return the greeting to the wild lone wolf on my land. None of my other wolves are even joining in they are all listening too ! like they are content to witness the communication and not interrupt.

(Photo of Tibet Night Song howling)

Coyote songs are always abound and around up here but the wolves never respond to *them*in kind, they completely ignore them, I swear they think the yotes are a lesser form of themselves, talk about snobs eh? hahaha.

As Tibet calls back to the lone traveller, she then stops to eagerly await the wild wolfs song, and just as if perfectly timed he/she responds back in kind. I feel tears well up into my eyes. I cannot explain this feeling. It is witnessing my captive born friend tibet singing and communicating with a wild born lone wolf. It is nearing breeding season this time of year so the animal is no doubt searching for a mate, and pack of it's own. Tibet is by herself everyone else out here has a mate/enclosure friend. The two have bonded through all barriers one captive born one wild born.

Then as my awe, and amazement starts to settle I feel fear fear and dread for the animals very safety and well being. For you see out here where I live a gun is not that far away, many shoot wolves in the wild on sight, it is why I know the work I do educating youth is so important for they they can help to be the animals voice in the future and continue where I may leave off someday.

I pray little lone wolf you will be safe, that you will outsmart those beings who feel they are the smartest of the smart, that you will stay in the shadows during the day and not come into the light to be taken out of this beautiful world simply out of fear and hatred , ignorance can wreak so much havoc. I worry for you this sunny day and will continue to. If only everyone could truly understand you and your world, and not judge what you are about. For those moments of song that you shared with a little captive born wolf I shall never forget they will linger forever in my soul. Thank you for the honor of listening to your song , lone wolf traveller gods speed on your journeys for a wild born life is one of enduring hardship. That I do know.

I walk over to Tibet and she howls at me, which launched into crying, whining, darting her tongue in submission and putting her paw up in a friendship, to greet my own. I sat with her, she kisses me in delight, and though I am saddened she can never be truly free, as captivity is all she has ever known, I also know her life will never be as hard as her lone wolf friend. She will never have to face going hungry, being hunted. dying of parasitic infections, or being displaced due to encroachment on habitat. Quite ironically she is free... but not. Just as the little lone wild wolf is free... but not. Both worlds have their pros and cons, both worlds on the edge.

Metta fellow earth travellers

(Photo of Tibet Night Song with a message)

red riding hood go to school?

Today as I went in to play with Tibet, she came running over to me with her typical and usual greeting, (that is when she's having a good day and not ill, luckily the good still outweigh the bad.) She was belly crawling, peeing, crying (speaking), showing me affection, tongue darting, ears back, eyes averted submissively I cannot help but wonder about the stories I grew up with such as *Peter And The Wolf* *Little Red Riding Hood* and other similar stories. I laugh and picture Tibet as the big bad wolf in such a novel, but of course cannot. I teach children that wolves are neither what they hear in the bed time stories and around the campfires, nor are they the typical family dog and pet companion. Wolves are their own type of animal as unique and individual as so many of us humans are, they have different personalities, and temperaments, they show their displeasure and happiness, they show their sadness and let you know when they are ill and down. Wolves are a predatorial animal but they are not the blood thirsty night stalkers just waiting to grab a child or adult out of their beds.
They are highly misunderstood, made into something they are not, nor ever were. They are neither devils nor saints, they just are. I do not view Tibet as something I *own* the way I own my truck, or my clothes, I see her as a free thinking and even doing for the most part individual spirit that has to be respected at all times, whose needs and wants need to be heard and understood in order for there to be a bond and friendship. Due to licensing restrictions she is not allowed to run freely on the land, even though this would be the best scenario, (and oh I would ;0) if COMPLETELY isolated on an island somewhere hahaha) for she would not run way from home like a husky might, due to her bond with me, and the other wolves, but in her journeys she could get shot out here. To keep everyone happy and safe, including keeping the respect by respecting other neighbours in the county side, when not in her habitat she is on lead on the dense forest trails with me exploring life. She is not my dog, my dog is content to always just do for me just because she wants to please me, listen to me, do as I say, crawl into my lap and watch late night movies contentedly with me without fretting. She (my dog) does not seem as complex to try and understand.

Tibet will crawl into my lap alright, but she most certainly would not stay there for the duration of a movie, while relaxing on the couch, in fact the couch would be fair game to rip apart! She would have much better things to do like searching for dish rags to eat, garbage to get into, kitchen tables to leap onto and use as a spring board to surf onto the kitchen counters, and then onto the fridge in search of the next new thing to find , and take apart to see it's inner workings. I sometimes think how most people I know must think surely I must be crazy for enduring some of the crazy antics I have over the years. Crazy? who knows, maybe... I must admit I am *in love* though. It is a love story that has taken me from peaks of highs to the very depth of lows. My heart has cried, and it has sang on this amazing journey, for I know not many have the privelage of living with wolves. For anyone who says it's no big deal, anyone could do it. Yes anyone could take a wild animal and do this, does not mean they *understand* how to do it *right*

I know one day I will no longer hear that song that envelopes my entire being when I hear it, when I will be old and grey in a rocking chair and looking back going ahhhh What a ride that was!! while reminiscing over old photographs, and watching old videos of myself with creatures so feared, hated and loved. I will always treasure these times, these journeys still unfolding daily, close to my heart for that will never disappear. I am sure in my last breath on this beautiful miracle planet, there will be scenes played out of these experiences and faces of these beautiful animals to see me into my next journey. I can only pray the wild wolfs song will continue to be sung underneath the heavens and silver moon, that their spirits will continue to dance with the northern lights that watch over them, tenderly a dance that is older than time.